I am usually asked if I always knew
I was a healer – surprisingly, I
did not. Even though I come from a long line
of highly intuitive
women (more about that later) I didn’t recognize my
intuitive gifts early on.
After spending 20 years in the corporate world, my
strong “calling” to do healing work was able to emerge.
A few months before my initial course in
Energetic Therapy, a friend was diagnosed with incurable pancreatic
cancer. When I asked my Vortex teacher how I could help her, I was
encouraged to “work with her every day and you will both receive
My friend lived for a year and I did indeed work with her every
day. During one session, my eyes were closed and my hands were on
her head when I saw the image of a woman in my mind’s eye. She
arrived like a swirl of brightly shimmering energy and then her
image became sharper and more distinct. I could clearly see her
black, horned-rim glasses shaped like a cat’s eye and encrusted with
tiny rhinestones…a very '60s look. She had dark wavy hair and felt
like a loving presence. After the session I asked my friend if she
knew anyone like that. She started to cry and said it was a perfect
description of her favorite aunt who had died. Her aunt “showed up”
many times after that with messages that helped my friend feel
calmer and more connected to Spirit. I will always feel grateful to
my friend for the precious time we shared as she eased her
discomfort while I discovered my own intuitive gifts.
I liken my gift as a Psychic Channel to the tuner on a radio. We
can’t see the radio waves as we tune into our favorite radio station
but we know they’re there. I have the ability to tune into the vibrational waves of a healing channel that I believe is available
to all of us. So, when I’m channeling messages for my clients, I’m
hearing (clairaudient) the voices of my
Spirit Guides and in my mind’s eye
I’m seeing the pictures (clairvoyant) my guides are showing me. I
believe we can all do this, but some of us are gifted with a
stronger tuner and are able to connect more easily. It takes
practice, focus and the ability to surrender to the Divine.
I mentioned earlier
that I come from a long line of highly intuitive women through my
If you have time, please enjoy their stories:
My maternal grandmother, Lena, had 8 children. My mom was the
youngest. My grandmother believed that her oldest child was
delivered by an angel and this is the story she told me.
In the late 1800’s, my grandparents lived in a tenement building in
East Boston. As my grandmother’s first pregnancy advanced, my
grandfather would lock the door to their apartment when he left for
work to protect my grandmother from unwanted intruders. My
grandfather was working when her labor pains began and she was too
weak to go downstairs and call a neighbor for help. She managed to
get herself to bed and thought she must have fainted because the
next thing she knew there was a man wearing a top hat with a kindly
face holding her hand and saying everything would be alright. The
next thing she remembered was her husband and the midwife delivering
her son. She asked, “Where’s the man with the top hat that was so
kind to me?” The chance that anyone wearing a top hat would be in
that working class neighborhood was extremely rare so they assumed
she was imagining things. Just inside the street door to their house
was a huge coat rack with a long shelf below that any of the tenants
could use. A few days later when my grandfather was looking for his
hat…there on the shelf was a folded top hat that wasn’t there before
and didn’t belong to any of the tenants.
My Aunt Emma knew who was calling every single time the phone
My mother, Ronnie, always believed she wasn’t very
intuitive. One Saturday night when my folks had left me and my
younger brother with a new sitter, they had driven about a half hour
from the house when Mom was overwhelmed with a feeling of dread and
begged my dad to drive back home. When they got there, they found
the sitter beating me and my brother.
My Aunt Gert had a house on Cape Cod and lived about 3 hours
away from us during the summers. She thought all this intuitive
stuff was “just hooey.” One day she thought she heard a voice
telling her to go see my mom. She ignored it but it kept getting
stronger and stronger until she felt someone was behind her pushing
her out the door. So she called her husband, told him she had no
idea why she was about to drive 3 hours to see my mom…she just felt
compelled to do it. She arrived at our house just in time to see my
mom being rushed into an ambulance with symptoms of a heart attack.
My aunt packed my brother and me up and took us to live with her for
the rest of the summer, as my mother recovered.
The lineage continues in my two daughters.
Our oldest daughter
showed strong intuitive skills as a young girl however followed a
different career path until 15 years ago, when she was called to
start a healing practice as a psychic reader. Her unique gift is her
ability to see the lives of her clients as clearly as if she were
watching a movie in real time.
Our younger daughter doubted
she had any healing power. When she
became certified in massage therapy and began practicing, she told
me “It’s amazing, Mom. It’s like my fingers are following an arrow
in my clients’ bodies leading me to where they need work.